Worm Tongue
Behold
The figure standing before you
Cloaked in pale and aging flesh
Wielding a shield of cold resistance
Grasping the sword to end all existence
Eyes wreathed in flame igniting all in their path
Submerged with dreams of blissful night
Twisting nails in scornful light
Submerged with dreams of blissful night
Twisting nails in scornful light
The worm tongue crept forth
Stained in grey
To unleash the deadly sermon that
Devils say
Stories of betrayal
Uttered in tongues
From a world beyond
Swallow the hope of humanity
Fear was ripe in the air
And the congregation wept
Before this oblivion stare
The world would then
Come to know
My feverish disgust
For mortal souls
Behold
The figure standing before you
With sharpened horns and fevered scorn
This failing light
Consume
My black breath of reprisal
And pass into
The world beyond
I am reprisal
And tonight the world would come to know
My disgust
Submerged with dreams of blissful night
Twisting nails in scornful light
Submerged with dreams of blissful night
Twisting nails in scornful light
The figure standing before you
Cloaked in pale and aging flesh
Wielding a shield of cold resistance
Grasping the sword to end all existence
Eyes wreathed in flame igniting all in their path
Submerged with dreams of blissful night
Twisting nails in scornful light
Submerged with dreams of blissful night
Twisting nails in scornful light
The worm tongue crept forth
Stained in grey
To unleash the deadly sermon that
Devils say
Stories of betrayal
Uttered in tongues
From a world beyond
Swallow the hope of humanity
Fear was ripe in the air
And the congregation wept
Before this oblivion stare
The world would then
Come to know
My feverish disgust
For mortal souls
Behold
The figure standing before you
With sharpened horns and fevered scorn
This failing light
Consume
My black breath of reprisal
And pass into
The world beyond
I am reprisal
And tonight the world would come to know
My disgust
Submerged with dreams of blissful night
Twisting nails in scornful light
Submerged with dreams of blissful night
Twisting nails in scornful light
Credits
Writer(s): John Curtis Boyce, Nikki Volponi, Scott Breustedt, When Man Meets His Maker
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